#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
